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QUINN
December 19th, 2023

"PIZZA's ready." I mumble, my face inches away from hers. She breathes out, looking from my eyes to my lips. The tension in the room only rises as she slowly bends over to get the pizza out of the oven, and I sneak a glance at her ass while she's bent over the oven. Damn.

"Still hungry?" She asks, and I realize I hadn't even noticed my hunger while she was all over me. The only thing I'm hungry for now is some of that ass. I snort at the thought. Laughing at my own joke earns me a confused look from Sienna, and I quickly shut myself up.

"Yeah, I am." I say matter-of-factly, smiling down at her. I pull the drawer across from me out, grabbing our pizza cutter. I can feel her watching me as I cut it into eight even slices, and when I turn around she's got plates ready.

She loads up two slices for herself, and leaves the rest to me. She isn't a big eater, lucky for me, so I happily take the remaining six slices.

"Quinn?" She says softly, setting her plate down and looking at me, waiting for an answer. I lift my head to meet her gaze, silently replying.

"Can we go in the hot tub tonight?" She asks, reaching out and fixing a strand of my hair that I assume must've been out of place.

"Yeah, for sure." I respond, taking a seat next to her. I dig in, easily eating a slice of pizza before I even notice that Sienna's picking at her food. She hasn't taken a single bite yet, and the somber look on her face gets me worried. "What's wrong, pretty girl? Is the pizza no good?" I ask, growing more concerned by the second.

"Nothing, I just..." She trails off, looking away. "What are you doing for christmas?" She asks, now facing me again.

"My family's coming here on boxing day, then leaving on the 30th." I respond, hoping to ease her obvious discomfort.

"Oh, okay— so you'll be around?" She says, voice in a higher, happier-sounding pitch. She'd started eating her pizza now, already in a better mood.

The other slices on my plate didn't last long, and soon I was sliding my empty plate into an open slot in the dishwasher, adding Sienna's in behind it.

"Get your trunks on, Quinn!" She exclaims, running off in the direction of her room. I don't have time to protest, nor do I have a reason to, so I leave to get changed, too.

I'm met with a beautiful sight when I walk back out. Sienna is scrolling on her phone, not even aware of me a couple feet away gawking at her. She was in a tiny white bikini that left very little to the imagination, and I let my eyes trail across her body.

"Oh— there you are. Let's go!" She says cheerily, grabbing my hand and leading me outside. The winter air hits me as soon as I'm out the door, and suddenly I'm much more inclined to get into the hot tub.

She throws her hair up into a bun, then leads me into the warm water with her. We're sitting so close our legs are touching, and I let my free hand reach over. The feeling of her soft bare skin under the water is enough to remind me of the events in the kitchen earlier, and I can't help the tent growing in my shorts at the thought.

She looks over to me, inching our faces closer together, just as she had earlier. I let my hand leave her thigh, and instead I bring it up to her face, brushing away a couple hairs that had fallen out of place. My hand lingers as I look at her, admiring.

"You're so beautiful, Sienna."

"Thank you," Her face flushes a light pink, and I smile at the sight. Without thinking twice, I lean in and plant a gentle peck onto her lips.

I want to be able to kiss her whenever I want, wherever I want. I want more than the casual kitchen make-out sessions, and I want her to want the same thing. So, I bring it up.

"I love kissing you." I admit, and her face melts into a happy pout.

"So do I." She replies, nervously fidgeting with her fingers in her hand.

"Good," I say awkwardly, pushing all thoughts of asking anything else out of my mind.

"I really like you, Quinn." She blurts, this time holding eye contact as she awaits an answer. I melt a little at the shy expression on her face as she says it.

"I really like you too, beautiful." I flirt, hoping it'll come off in an I-want-to-cuddle-you type of way over an I-want-to-get-in-your pants type of way, although both sound lovely.

I think she must be able to read my mind, because she glides over and snuggles herself up next to me adorably. I pull her onto my lap, and she relaxes into me and rests her head on my chest. My hand traces her necklace, fiddling with it nervously.

"Quinn." She says seriously, and I halt my fingers and pull them away.

"Yes?"

"I don't want some meaningless fling. If something is going to happen between us, it won't be that." She says sternly, expression flat and serious.

"Nothing could be meaningless with you, beautiful girl." I coo, and I can feel the tension in her body ease at the nickname. "I want more than that with you too."

"Well, what do you want? What is this, even? What are we?" She asks, and once I'm sure that's all the questions she's worrying about, I answer.

"We don't need to label it right away if you don't want to. We can take things slow while we figure it all out." I trace my hand along her back, rubbing it comfortingly.

"Okay." She breathes out, finally smiling. "I'd like that."

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